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Luz' eyes widened and she tipped her head down as she gawped at Truffle. "Centuries? But the fella acts like a lil' pup! How come he's all . . . y'know, like that?" She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, all the more so for how it didn't make sense as a shade to perform a movement like that.

"Just shootin' the breeze with Bahamut about how pain an' aeons can change a person," she deadpanned. Luz wandered over to Truffle's side and leaned on the countertop. "Say, how old are yerself an' th'rest of the Squad anyhow? Oh, an' is there anythin' I can help ya with fer yer meal, by the...

Luz waved Bahamut off, out of habit and in thanks, although he might neither see nor care about the gesture. It had been an interesting discourse. Cibus sure was her home, but... Hadn't she told members of God Squad that she wished to travel with them when this was all over? Much to think on...

Brisa allowed herself a miniscule smirk, her jaw tense even as she did. It was too early—and their ignorance was too severe—to be confident about anything, but at least Giovanni was on the back foot. And Starr was telegraphing that she was the one in that position, even with Brisa and Dave...

Or we could end yer wretched life here, before you do worse harm to worlds elsewhere. You've forfeit all good faith already. So much fer guaranteed success, when we have you beaten down an' captured. You've failed, an' we'll keep it that way. Vague allusions an' conjecture are nothin' of...

Starr knew what she was doing. There was a world of difference between the wild fury Starr had shown just as she'd become a torracat and the sheer focus she was showing now. She'd got a grip. Good. It wasn't enough to let her relax, but it was enough to keep her hackles down and her teeth...

Brisa's loping gait turned into a run as she approached the Guild from the park. Starr hadn't texted back a reply acknowledging that Brisa was coming, and she couldn't help imagining spies storming the cells or Giovanni pulling some bullshit scheme, or– or something! She muscled past some...

Luz had heard that there was some romance in play among Team Spectrum, yes. She didn't really see the distinction between that and any of the relationships between posse members, but she got the impression Bahamut didn't care for that either, so perhaps he was merely being consistent. In any...

Luz caught the stone with one foot and kicked it up to catch it in one paw. "He oughta've known all that from his time incubatin'," she remarked, languidly. "Hope the fella comes out eventually. Hibernatin' in a rock ain't no kinda life." She gave Bahamut a begrudging frown of understanding...

Luz' expression didn't change. She watched Bahamut, still rubbing her chin, tail swinging slowly from side to side. A handful of people, unable to shelter Bahamut against angry mobs. That wasn't such an alien concept... It was what Jesse had always warned Brisa of. If it had ever come to pass...

Brisa loped from Sundae Park back towards the guild with her jaw set hard. Starr standing guard on Giovanni was one hell of a step up from her dreading laying eyes on him—hell, Brisa was damn proud of her friend—but it sure didn't sit right, the idea of Starr waiting there, alone, in silence...

Luz rubbed her chin, and tilted her head. "Lotta folks brought her by Diyem seem to have painful memories of unforgivin' worlds, but none so bleak as yers. Cibus sure seems like a paradise compared to what you're describin'. Was there really nowhere at all to settle down? No folks that showed...

Luz listened attentively, tail swishing. "How come I got the feelin' that you went on to have ten thousand comparable experiences? Wait, don't answer that, it was rhetorical. Still, was that the first of many such troubles?"

Luz nodded, slowly, chewed over the thought. "Okay." ... "Okay, yeah, I see that." She matched Bahamut's gaze and hummed to herself. "Nah, I don't reckon I did work through my grief. Hell, my gal an' I are back to where we left off, almost. Brisa sent to me—y'know, telepathy—while she was...

"Yeah. Somethin' like that." She narrowed her eyes, made a motion with her mouth as if she were chewing her cheek. "Bahamut, were you always th'way y'are? Or—assumin' I live long enough—am I gonna end up like you?" She scoffed at herself. "I mean, with a perspective and attitude like yers...

Luz raised a brow, and smiled lopsidedly at Bahamut. "Fella, either yer th'most obtuse 'mon I ever ever, or you're the multiverse's master of deadpan humour. But alright, I'll speak plainer with you." Luz drew up a knee to lean her crossed arms on and pointed a digit sidelong at the necrozma...

Luz swung her hindpaws in the air, sat on the garden wall of Truffle's and Leg's house. Confronting Truffle about espionage... It seemed to be a harder task every time she considered it. Air moved across her face, ruffling the surface of her substance. She looked up to see Bahamut, descending...

"I get it," replied Brisa. "Don't feel y'gotta hide it from me. Whatever keeps ya regular." Sombra nodded, and went over to Brisa to pass back into her. "We'll let ya get back to it then, Owen. Take care of yerself, an' lemme know if you ever need anythin' to keep ahold of it." Brisa gave the...

"I wish y'could turn it off too, pal," said Brisa, softly. She loped up to his side and put a foreleg around him, and rested her head against his torso. "We still trust you," came Sombra's low whisper. "And Owen... It's alright to resent what was done t'you."

Brisa breathed in the warmth with gratitude. The cold wasn't a problem for her, but Owen's flame was appreciated as much for being a sign of companionship as for its physical comfort. "I'm stickin' around," she replied. "I don't give up on folks just 'cause they're dangerous, you know? If you...